
I know I bitch a lot about TP's pool playing habit, but after approximately 7,964 hours of staying at home while he played pool, being woken up at 2am, and thinking my engagement ring was something from the pool playing store - his team has won The Birmingham City Tournament and WE ARE GOIN' TO VEGAS for the amateur pool playing tournament in August. I promise if I win 10 million dollars I will not quit my job.

His team had to "practice" (which really mans a lot of beer drinking and cigarette smoking and shooting the shit) on Friday night, and the tournament started on Saturday morning. Why he can't get out of bed and be at work on time but he can hop right on up and get down to the tournament I'll never know. Saturday and Sunday, Mr. Cheeks and I were pretty much home alone. Running wild, playing in the water, running around in our pajamas, and vacuuming. On Sunday after church, Mr. Cheeks and I came home and took a nap and then went to the pool for a bit. TP called to say that they were in the finals, and I let him know that Mr. Cheek's eyes were all gunked up. I thought I would stay up and wait on TP to see how the final match turned out.
A word to those of you who would like to keep your sanity - DO NOT BUY A PAY PER VIEW SHOWING OF THE BLOOD DIAMOND AT 10:00PM AND WATCH IT. Seriously, if you've seen this movie you know what I'm talking about. It was good, but I can't get the scene out of my head of the evil guerrilla commander shotting the 10 year old up with heroin. Or them shooting the handicapped man as a "training exercise" to teach kids how to kill people. It makes me realize how lucky I am that the biggest worry I have is that my kid has pink eye. Which he does. And I think I'm getting it too. Oh, Hollow Squirrel, where did I go wrong??
Mr. Cheeks also had an appointment at the allergist this morning, and we now know he is allergic to egg whites. Which is fabulous, because eggs aren't in anything, right? After having to hold him down to get all the skin pricks, we made our way to the regular doctor and waited an hour in the waiting room to even get called back. We were a little early, but was an hour wait really necessary for a 10 minute appointment? Plus Mr. Cheeks couldn't get down and run around because I didn't want him to infect the whole waiting room with the pestilence. By the time we were finished, I called TP nearly in tears. I had been in the house with little relief for the whole weekend, I had been cooped up in doctor's offices for 4 hours this morning and I had a tired, hungry, kid on my hands, I was hungry and I was going to have to brave CVS for medicine. The CVS did me in. So TP stayed a little bit longer at home for lunch and went to CVS for me. I'm going to find out who had the pink eye at church on Sunday and kick them. In the shins. Hard.














